Jack Harlow - Common Ground Lyrics

Lyrics Common Ground - Jack Harlow



Will I see you?
Just talkin' 'bout what I see
It's not opinion based, it's just, just shit I see
The suburbs are filled with ebonics and trap sonics
Frat boys saying "no cap, put racks on it"
The dialect got a lil' splash of some black on it
Cap and gowns bought by the money in dad's pockets
White girls squattin', tryna get that ass poppin'
Caught back talking to their mom and dad's often
Reciting rap lyrics about murder and cash profit
Get to feel like a thug but don't have to act on it
Local homicide rates got 'em astonished
Reading 'bout it on a laptop in pajamas
Microsoft Office to complete their assignments
Never seen the hood still can't help but have comments
Never had a convo' with a kid from that climate
That really has trauma, that really got taught to survive by any means
Fuck bitches, stack commas
Common ground ain't that common
The festivals are filled with Larry Bird jerseys
College students in a hurry to jump to a four-count and say the "n word"
Business interns taking molly then percs
Trampling on top of bodies in dirt
Condescending suburban kids growing up to be rap journalists
Writing urban myths about who they think is the best urban kid
And who the worst is and who's authentic
And what the real hip hop is, and who's all in it
Thrift shopping for articles and garments that feel like they came from a foreign environment
Second hand Bape Supreme and Gallery Department
Anything to feel less harmless
Adderall dealers, carrying round guns just to make it feel realer
House with white pillars
No rough just diamonds
The education private, it's all by design and
Common ground ain't that common



Writer(s): Jose Velazquez, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Emanuel Officer, Aniko Thomas, Michael Washington Jr, Diyelle Reed, Joi Marshall, Journee Soul, Tonya Kelly


Jack Harlow - Jackman.
Album Jackman.
date of release
28-04-2023




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